The golden Moon risesAbove the wet grass millions of timesThe flower blooms in your dreamWhen you are beaten in the prison of the night that imprisons only you

The thousands of mornings come in a blink of an eyeThe fleet of ships carry away all of your days, sailing parallelly"I was born free like the clouds floating at random, remember?",Your words echoe over every moon you see,Realizing what thousands of years mean

*Bloom! The reincarnated oh lotus ohEchoe! The thousand years ohEchoe! Every second oh

The far past, the far today and even tomorrow are here with youAll the golden days exist at onceIf you wake up from the oblivionYou will find the metaphor of the present time reflected on the planets that move parallellyEvery moment of you in the history is written on the field where flowers bloom at random

*Bloom! The reincarnated oh lotus ohEchoe! The thousand years ohEchoe! Every second oh

*Bloom! The reincarnated oh lotus ohEchoe! The thousand years ohEchoe! Every second oh